Shield over freedom

shield over freedom Over Dunkirk—too few Over Singapore—too few Over Crete—too few But the factories hummed, and the people toiled; more planes, more planes ... thousands ... Squadron after Squadron— roaring into the sky! Layer above layer! Far below— like toy ships on a floor— The Convoy— Shield over the Convoy— The Stukas slink away— the Convoy goes on! Shield over Malta —Malta, the indomitable Shield over the Eighth Army, crashing to Victory. Shield over the Great Fleet, steaming to Algiers. And some day—shield over Europe while the Nazi hordes go rolling back .